We were young
When you say that, it sounds like an excuse
We were kids
We couldn't know better
Stop whining
But I'm not whining anymore
I stopped crying long ago
I even quit hating you
I'm just disappointed
Because I knew better, and so did you
We're not young anymore
So why aren't you mature?
I thought people were supposed to change
Yet here you stand
Pretending shit never even happened
You know, I am proud
For that I can look at you
Talk to you
And leave again
Because I am strong
You know, I am grateful
For that you showed up
Let me see your face
And ugly colors
I am satisfied
It's alright
You can stay an idiot
I don't mind
Because this way I can leave it all behind
I dont have to care anymore
But I will never forget
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I just wrote this in one go after meeting a former bully yesterday.
He spread a rumor (well, two) that held up for over 5 years and completely ruined my reputation. He framed me many times, got teachers to give me the fault for things that never happened, stuff like that. Not the worst guy, but the one who started it all.
We exchanged a few sentences, and he mentioned we were classmates, I casually dropped something like, "Yeah, we didn't get along that well, huh?" and then he got all defensive, telling me we were young. It felt like he was telling me to just get over it (which I mostly did during the past years).
According to two friends who know him, he never changed much. I partly wish he did, but it's good to know. I don't owe him anything, I can finally let go.
YOU ARE READING
It does get better.
PoetryPeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - ab...
